It gets magical.

Trimon seed explodes inside the Akkadian, finishing the degrading act.

Though physically beaten and emotionally humiliated the assassin is shaken from his defeat by a flash of bright green light. He hears Naerwyn scream. "By Set what sorcery is this?"

Rolling over he sees Naerwyn has fallen out of the bed. A faint green glow seeps through her left hand's fingers as they massage the palm of her right hand as if it was badly burnt. The naked Trimon calmly stands up in the middle of the bed. He is no longer panting and a dead calm has come over his face as his pupils are now a dull green. A long green line glows across his neck, almost tracing the line an assassin's blade would take if it was slitting someone's throat; slowly the line begins to fade.

"By the six hells, what was that dagger?" Naerwyn yells at the Akkadian.

Quietly, purposely, Trimon puts a robe over his body as the guards burst in. "Is everything alright my lord?"

With a soulless voice the warlord answers. "I must go see the mistress now. Kill the whores."

Trimon walks by the guards and leaves the chamber. At first confused, the guards finally obey their master. They draw their swords and move towards the two pretend prostitutes with intent.

"Damn it." Naerwyn swears as she begins to undo the red cords around her forearm. "Find a weapon and get behind Minaja, your skills are of no use now. Ajujo grant me blood." She prays and prepares for battle.